Friday, June 11, 2010
The worst poem ever. Just now I was walking down the street, and my goddamned brain came up with the opening lines to what could be, if ever completed, the worst poem ever. Managing to be both epic and banal, it begins with the promise of a bold new era but rapidly degenerates into embarrassing adolescent solipsism.
It's a time for feeling good
It's a time for feeling bad
It's a time for feeling all the feelings
That I've ever had
I can't get this inane rhyme out of my head now. God help me.
It's a time for feeling good
It's a time for feeling bad
It's a time for feeling all the feelings
That I've ever had
I can't get this inane rhyme out of my head now. God help me.
